Nobody Special

Chapter 5

* Clarke *

It was a Saturday morning and here I was at the library trying to finish this assignment. I had to write a short story about anything I wanted, except the teacher chose the category. And of course I got a love story, so I went to scan the shelves and see if something caught my eye. Picking up The Longest Ride one of the best romance books of all time in my opinion, I continued to change aisles and scan the shelves in search of something I've never read before. Deciding I had enough books and needed to head back to my table, I kept my head low and followed the floor back to my seat. Turning a corner faster then I expected I bumped into someone making us both fall to the ground along with the books. I feel like I just hit a brick wall, whatever it was, it was hard.

"Oomph! why don't you watch where your go- oh..... it's you" His tone sure changed, now didn't it!?

"And exactly who am i?" I replied finally looking at the boys face, he looks really familiar somehow but I just can't put my finger on it. His hazel eyes sparkled and his muscles flexed under his thin black shirt, as he started to collect the books now scattered across the floor; I couldn't keep my eyes off of him

"I don't know your name but I've seen you in school before, Claire or something like that right?" I mentally noted that he didn't remember people very well, but then again at least he's seen me before. I don't even remember ever seeing his face and I have great memorization.

"Yeah, something like that." I took the books from his outstretched arms but he only handed me half of them.

"Let me help you so you don't run into anyone else. Where are you sitting?" He asked kinda rudely making eye contact with me, but boy when those beautiful eyes made contact with mine all I could do was forget his rudeness and stare. He had me trapped under some kind spell. "Are you sure you didn't hit your head when you fell? you seem kind of out of it." Waving his hand in front of my face, he brought me out of my trance.

"No I'm fine thanks." I shot back "and I'm sitting over there." I threw my hand in the direction of my table and turned on my heels. Walking away knowing that he was following me close behind. That wasn't weird at all! No one had made me feel so out of my comfort zone. It felt like I had butterflies in my stomach because of how much awkwardness there was. I don't even know him! We made it to the table after what felt like an eternity, and I dropped the books onto it then turning and retrieving what was in his arms. When our hands touched it felt like tingles crawling on my skin, when I tried to remove the books from his hands he sort of grabbed mine and held them for a second. making my heart skip a beat. Ugh! why am I such a girl! I mentally shouted at myself, I've never thought about this with anybody else so why start now? "Sorry I  ran into you, thank you for helping me with the books."I could feel the embarrassment creeping up on my cheeks turning them a light pink.

"It's fine, just watch where your going next time, we don't want you running into anyone else. I guess I'll see you at school on Monday?" Wow that wasn't rude at all, He rubbed his thumb across the top of my hand making more tingles run up my arm. What the hell? why is he holding my hand didn't we just meet!? I dropped my hand out of his grasp and took a step back. I held the rest of the books across chest with my arms crossed in front of them, why was he holding my hand I just met him. He seemed to have an attitude problem also his mood has changed three times in the past minute.

"Maybe." I replied shortly really wanting him to walk away, I was done with all the awkwardness in the air I need to be able to breath and collect myself. Who was he anyways?

"Well see ya." he did that nod thing that guys do when they notice each other in the hallway and walked away. I released a breath I didn't realize I was holding, I'm pretty sure that was the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me before. I ran my fingers through my long black hair trying to relieve the stress in my body. How was I supposed to write this story with that boy on my mind? I was going to have to try, this was due on Monday and it wasn't like me to pass in homework late. I opened the closest book to me and tried to force myself to read it. Every time I tried to read this one page his face kept showing up in my mind. After reading the same sentence for about the tenth time I finally gave up knowing it was no use. He was stuck in my head.